America Chavez is the medic to the multiverse! (multiversemedic) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-03-11 23:47:00 |
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Why were there so many different types of coffee? The bruiser stood there, in front of an aisle section that was at least twenty feet long and eight feet high that had a huge, varying selection of coffee beans, grounds, blends, mixes, lights, darks, caffeinated, decaffeinated, flavored and…. Fuck. Why were there so many different types of coffee????? Wasn’t there just normal fucking coffee? Why were the prices so wildly different too? What made a Farmer’s Brothers different from Folgers different from Keurig? …. Well, aside from the Keurig shit looking like it might be easier for a single cup and making a lot more environmental waste…. Her girlfriend’s hippy shit was rubbing off on her. A deep set frown pulled across America’s face as she ticked off what little she knew about all the different coffee brands in her head. Most of the time in the past she’d just drank whatever was available at the Avengers headquarters, or whatever Karolina bought, or… Starbucks. Since there was like two for every twenty steps she took in this fucking universe. At least she’d picked up almost all the other crap she needed to buy before stumbling into the coffee section. She’d started with a basket and about half way through had realized that hand basket wasn’t going to be large enough for what she needed to pick up. When that had happened the tank had found a cart and promptly put the basket - with everything still loaded in it that she’d picked up so far - into the cart. The cart she pushed was easily almost half filled with… Well… Stuff that most people probably wouldn’t expect her to buy. A few packs of extra firm tofu, a couple packs of the silken tofu stuff, dried black beans, quinoa, brown rice, an assortment of veggies (spinach, kale, red onions, carrots, radishes, baby bella mushrooms, broccoli, bok choy, sugar snap peas, asparagus, garlic, jicama, and sweet potatoes) and fruits (bananas, oranges, grapes, apples, bell peppers, jalapeños, cucumber, tomatoes, blueberries, lemons, limes, a pineapple and mangos…) along with some unsweetened almond drink, rolled oats, soy yogurt, cashews, olive oil, maple syrup, a couple boxes of horrible-for-you kids cereal, a package of cookies, a single package of boneless skinless chicken breasts, a single steak, a bottle of tequila, a couple six packs of beer (one Negra Modelo, one Sierra Nevada porter) and with a narrowing of her eyes America glared at the wall of coffee before her. There had to be a fucking easier way to do this. Maybe she should just ask someone at the Avengers headquarters what sort of coffee they bought. That stuff wasn’t fucking awful, and since settling into this universe, since actually getting her own damn place with a real fucking six month rental agreement three months ago the tank had already had a few botched experiences with bad coffee and learned at least three brands she’d be steering clear of if she ever had any say in the matter…. Sighing heavily the bruiser caved and absently batted a few of the different Starbucks grounds - pike palace, a french roast, and a package of the veranda blend - off the shelf and into her cart before beginning to absently push the trolley down the aisle. Grocery shopping was a pain in the ass, but... She was almost done. Really, all that was left was a pint of Tofutti ice “cream”, a 1.5 quart container of Breyer’s rocky road, and a couple frozen pizza’s… At least this would be the easy part of the fucking shopping trip. There was no way Karolina could look at her fridge disappointed again after this…. At least not for a little while…. .................. Fuck, how had three months - half of her rental agreement - already passed? |